Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2005 20:53:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lisa Marie Kelly
Subject: TG - "Pettycoats and Phone Fantasy"
As a boy, with five sisters, I was always surrounded by them and their
clothes. Very early, I saw that their under wear was shiny, smooth, and frilly,
and mine was much more plain. I loved the smooth feel and lacy edging on my
younger sister's rhumba panties, and I would often sneak a look at the shiny
panties and frilly petty coats in the clothes hamper from my two older sisters. I
was just five years old when I went into the bathroom, closed the door and tried
on a full petty coat with a satin top and shoulder straps. It had a tiered skirt of
organza and lace that flared out around my legs. I loved how it fit my body,
with a silky top and straps over my shoulders and a frilly, tiered lacy skirt
hanging open around my legs. I found a pair of soft nylon panties to slid up my
legs underneath the petty coat. With the satin top clinging and shiny on my
chest, I lifted the skirt to see my panties in the mirror in the bathroom. I turned
around in front of the mirror to see my back side and how the panties curved up
and over my round butt with a glimmer of light coming off the shiny smooth
nylon. My panties were exposed as I twirled around and flipped the skirt up. I
was enthralled.
I tip toed out of the bathroom into my room which was right next door. I
quietly closed the door and lay on my bed. First, I lay down on my side, seeing
the satin top clinging to my body, and the skirt stiff but lacy along my hips and
legs. Then I turned over onto my stomach, with my arms underneath my hips. I
moved against my hands and arms with my hips. The rustle of the skirt and the
feel of my penis sliding inside the silky panty and against the taffeta lining of the
skirt was delicious. I looked at the straps on my shoulder, the satin top around
my body, and the skirt moving around me. I spasmed after a while and there
was a soothing feel of contentment when I was done. I stayed still on my bed,
and I didn't want to move. I didn't want to undress. I laid in bed and curled up
like a baby. But I had to undress before my older sisters came home from
school. Lucky for me I was changed before they got home. Better still, I was
lucky to always have something laying around to dress in. I even snuck panties
and petty coats under my mattress so that I could dress whenever I could find a
little time. When my older sisters got bras and teddies, tap pants and camis, I
got to wear that lingerie too, but not as often as the petticoats.
Somehow I acquired for myself a shiny red nylon panty that I made my
own. I don't know whose panty it was, but it became mine and I often put it on
under my pajamas. For a long time I had this panty to wear as my very own.
But, it was becoming harder to keep my sisters' clothes, and I also wanted my
own pretty clothes. To have my own, I found lingerie that was on clothes lines. I
really liked baby dolls with panties. I even managed to get a bra top negligee,
which made me look grown up, even though I was just a boy. As much as I
enjoyed the feeling when I rubbed myself, I just wanted to be dressed. I loved
seeing how pretty I was, and often just stood before a mirror to see the outline
of a girl in the mirror. I love how a panty would just nicely cover me and how it
was shiny and silky smooth in nylon. The look of dainty straps across my
shoulders when wearing a bra top, and the silky material clinging to my chest,
especially with bra cups over my nipples, was something I liked to see on me.
Just getting dressed up and staying dressed up was enough for me. But I had to
do it alone.
Once, I was caught wearing a tank style bathing suit. My Mom was in the
hallway and just some how knew to come into my room and tell me to get out
of bed, after I darted back under the covers one morning. She made me take it
off. She did not find the red panty, and right then I didn't have any petty coats
or panties hidden under the mattress. Lucky me. She never said anything about
this and she seemed to forget it. I took the lingerie that I grabbed from clothes
lines, mostly negligees, and stashed them in the basement by the heater. I
would dress up in a negligee every now and then, and rub my chest and stroke
my nipples through the silky nylon and filmy sheath of my negligees. But the
basement was dirty and after a while it was just too hard to dress up and be
pretty.
By the time I was a high school student, I was so busy with school and
sports, and then with dating, that I just didn't have time to think of dressing up. I
lost track of the lingerie and probably just threw it away. Dressing just faded
from view. I thought that it was just a passing thing and part of growing up.
School, sports and dating kept me busy in high school. Also, I grew a lot in
height, tall enough that I was 3-4 inches taller than my tallest sister. I went from
a chubby boy to a skinny teenager. I had grown up. I thought I was a real guy
when I joined other teens boys behind an old garage with a playboy magazine
one day. But, this made me feel uncomfortable and strange. I was sort of sorry
that we were doing this. But I went along with the other boys.
I was not dressing up in negligees or rubbing myself inside panties and
baby dolls. Still, the sight of lingerie advertisements in newspapers and
magazines was both interesting and embarrassing. I could not stop myself from
looking, and seeing the fine detail in the lace and nylon fabric of bras and
panties. I did not leer at the models, but studied their clothes. Then, I would
look away if anyone was around to see me doing this. It was as if I was
offended, while drawn to look. I didn't know what to make of these strange
feelings. I just went to school and did the ususal things a boy does. I dated a
lot, and wanted to make it with a girl. I even got a little bit lucky later on in
school, although I never had sex.
When I began to work on my own after school, I got my own apartment.
Dating was still something I did a lot, but was not always available. Now that I
had my own place, I drifted back to dressing. Again, lingerie ads snared me. I
started slowly, with negligees. I actually pretended to buy lingerie gifts, even
having them gift - wrapped. Mostly, I bought negligees for my girlfriend, so I
told the clerks. I managed to buy quite a collection of gifts, including teddies,
camis with tap pants, baby dolls with panties, and filmy negligees. This was
almost just like what I did as a youngster. In the evening, especially on
weekends, I would wear my lingerie. I liked teddies, because they had the straps
of a bra top, and a tight panty feel, and smooth silky fabric around my chest. I
also liked camis, because they were so feminine and smooth. Tap pants were
okay, but my anatomy was out of place. So I mostly wore a nylon panty that
matched, or came close to matching, both the color and style of the cami.
I would sit and read, clean the dishes, and get ready for work the next
day. I loved to get ready for bed, and slip under the covers. My bra top
negligees pushed up on the sheet. I pulled the sheets over me to show off my
breasts. I often changed into a negligee, especially a baby doll with matching
panties. I would sometimes masturbate in negligees, imaging that I was a girl,
and feeling so soft and looking so pretty in the satin lingerie. But often, I just
drifted off to sleep in my negligee. Also, now when I would spasm, I left a stain
on the lingerie, so I needed to wipe the lingerie clean. If I could not use the
apartment washer and dryer, I sometimes would hand wash and dry the lingerie
in my own bathroom. I would hang the dreamy lingerie on the shower rod to dry
just like a girl or woman would do.
I so much wanted a bra, so that I could have the round breast forms of a
woman. I was now grown up and could not just take from others. However, I
could not bring myself to go into a store and buy a bra in person. No real guy
goes out and buys a bra for his girlfriend. So, I got a catalogue from which to
order some of my own bras. I had fun picking out bras and matching panties. I
even looked at slips and camis. I trembled when I made my first catalogue
order, but thankfully, no questions were asked. The delivered package was
discrete and waiting for me one day after work. I raced up stairs and opened
the package, unwrapped and then laid the new bras, panties, camisoles and
half slips out on my queen-sized bed. I tried on everything, and laid one set
back on the bed when trying on another set. I even tried to make a better look
by pushing my penis into the crotch of the panty. I then had the smooth front
panty line. My favorite panty was a white, full back hipster panty, with lace at
the hips and a little dainty pink bow on the waist band in front. This had a
coordinating, white, front hook, contoured, lined bra. This bra had a lace outer
cup and smooth, lined inner cups. I filled out the bra with some panties to look
better. When I wore the matching cami and half slip that I ordered, I was in
heaven. I was tall and thin, and wearing a size 36B bra, size 5 panty, and a
medium slip and cami top. I wanted this so much, and I needed to share this.
One night, I called one of the 800 telephone numbers that I often saw in
magazines. I hesitated when I started out, but was happy to find a girl to share
my fantasy and take me all the way in dressing. She helped me dress in my
matching white bra and panty and filled my lined cups with implants. She
dressed me in the cami and half slip that matched - my own. She asked if I
even went out dressed. I said no, but that I would be interested to try. She
picked smooth and shiny cream - colored stockings and gave them to me to put
on. They came up my thighs to almost my panty, and had an elastic and lace
edge to hold them up. She had me put on a set of strappy tan sandals that
hooked around my ankles. She helped me get all made up, and gave me a wig
with hair to my shoulders gently pulled back into a soft ponytail. A white and
pink polyester skirt with a sheer overlay of white and a belted waist was topped
with a shiny, white buttoned blouse. With a gold choker collar, pierced ears with
small gold rings, and a few blouse buttons undone at the neck, she said that I
was ready to go.
We went to a piano bar, and soon we were talking with some men. She
said that there was a tall, handsome guy who asked me to dance. He helped
me out of my chair and escorted me to the dance floor. Once there, he softly
pulled me into him. He held me tight, and pulled my waist to his legs as we
danced. My skirt pulled and flipped up at times, almost exposing my panty, but
just revealing the layers of slip, skirt liner and sheer skirt overly that rode up my
shiny legs as we danced. I was dancing. He was getting hard against my skirt,
and pushing into me. There was nothing I could do but just hold onto him while
dancing. She told me how pretty I looked in a dress, dancing and being held
close, my breasts pushed against his chest, and the laced edge of my slip just
showing as I reached up to him on my heels to kiss him. I was so relaxed,
laying my head on his shoulder with my arms draped around his neck.
He took me over to a corner, and held me close. We kissed, and he ran
his hands over my shoulders, down my body and to my hips, pulling up my skirt.
I was scared that he would find out. So I put my hand on his growing erection,
and he kissed me slowly and deep, letting me caress him through his pants. I
pulled back a little, and turned to one side, to slow this down, still caressing
him. I told him that this was not a good time to be in me, but that I wanted to
give him the release he needed. So I let him hold me and used my hand to
unzip him and expose his penis to my skirt. I slowly pushed and moved my hips
against him, holding him in my hand. My skirt tugged on his erection, so I
lifted my skirt and slipped my skirt and slip over him. He was now rubbing up
my leg and my hand coved him with my silky slip and filmy skirt. He relaxed to
let me do this, and asked to come from behind. I was afraid of this, since I
never had been taken before, but I turned around for him and hoped to escape
being penetrated or discovered. His penis just kept poking against me because
he was so hard.
Then I felt him hard on my hips. He wrapped his arms around me, and
held me from behind. I then leaned back onto his chest. From behind, I could
feel him hard on my panty, and he was pulling my skirt up and over to one side.
He cupped my bra-covered breasts in one hand, and opened his pants even
more to push his rigid penis against my panty-covered butt.
She saw him take me over to the corner next to a phone, and that he was
behind me. I was leaning my head back on his chest and shoulder, and I was
pushing back against his hips. All of this time, she said that I smiled at the feel
of his penis against my silky skirt, slip and panty. When he lifted my filmy skirt,
skirt liner and the lace-edged slip, my hips were full and round like a woman's
hips. I was covered in the pretty, white panty that shined bright even in the dim
light.
I leaned over a bit to let him get to me. When I did this, she could see
the lace edge of my contour bra at the open neck line of the white blouse. My
breasts were pulling tight against the blouse, and the lace of the bra pressed
through the blouse. He pulled my panty aside and rubbed himself in the crack
of my butt. I pushed back against his pushing and his penis slid up and hit the
satin slip dangling over my hips.
My own penis was sliding against my panty and my hips were swinging
around in the slip. My penis was hitting the waist band of my panty and then
coming back, in rhythm with him and just as fast as he was. My hand was
moving the tip of my penis sideways against my panty. I also pulled against my
penis with the silky panty. I moved my hips around in the slip while doing this,
and it felt wonderful moving inside the layers of satin that were floating around
my hips. I was also able to hear the rustle of the slip and skirt as I was on the
bed.
She saw him going faster and trying to find my opening, pushing against
the rim of my butt opening. I held him in my hand, and flicked the underside of
his penis when it hit the satin slip and skirt. I felt him get wet, and cooed to him.
He knew. He was pushing against my hips and I was pushing back against his
pulsing rod. The rim of his penis was poking against the rim of my butt as he
slid forward on my smooth round butt. I could fell him shorten his thrusts and
pick up speed. I lightly tightened my fingers on him, but let him pull back on his
own. The tip of his penis began to swell and fill my hand. His penis popped up
and away from my rim. He was now furiously pumping my butt crease. I licked
my fingers with a mouthful of moist saliva, and draped my hand under him,
catching his tip in a wet grip. He pushed through my wet fingers for what
seemed like a long time of short, strong thrusts and pulls. All of a sudden he
grabbed my hips back into him and pushed deep, stopping right at my opening
and gushed warm cum at my opening and over my butt. I felt him warm all over
my hips. I came in my panty at home. He dripped from me, but I pulled my
panty back up over my hips to hold his cum close to me. At home, my panty
was soaked, and leaked onto my slip, but it felt so comforting. I pulled my
panty tightly over my penis and held my cum close to me.
I thanked the girl for the call and fell to sleep dressed in my own bra and
panty set, with a panty full of cum just like the girl I wanted to be.